Agatha’s mother, frantic now, beat the door of the vault with her
hands. Somebody wildly suggested dynamite. Annabel turned to Jimmy,
her large eyes full of anguish, but not yet despairing. To a woman
nothing seems quite impossible to the powers of the man she
worships.
“Can’t you do something, Ralph—_try_, won’t you?”
He looked at her with a queer, soft smile on his lips and in his
keen eyes.
“Annabel,” he said, “give me that rose you are wearing, will you?”
Hardly believing that she heard him aright, she unpinned the bud
from the bosom of her dress, and placed it in his hand. Jimmy
stuffed it into his vest-pocket, threw off his coat and pulled up
his shirt-sleeves. With that act Ralph D. Spencer passed away and
Jimmy Valentine took his place.
“Get away from the door, all of you,” he commanded, shortly.
He set his suit-case on the table, and opened it out flat. From that
time on he seemed to be unconscious of the presence of any one else.
He laid out the shining, queer implements swiftly and orderly,
whistling softly to himself as he always did when at work. In a deep
silence and immovable, the others watched him as if under a spell.
In a minute Jimmy’s pet drill was biting smoothly into the steel
door. In ten minutes—breaking his own burglarious record—he threw
back the bolts and opened the door.
Agatha, almost collapsed, but safe, was gathered into her mother’s
arms.
Jimmy Valentine put on his coat, and walked outside the railings
toward the front door. As he went he thought he heard a far-away
voice that he once knew call “Ralph!” But he never hesitated.
At the door a big man stood somewhat in his way.
“Hello, Ben!” said Jimmy, still with his strange smile “Got around
at last, have you? Well, let’s go. I don’t know that it makes much
difference, now.”
And then Ben Price acted rather strangely.
“Guess you’re mistaken, Mr. Spencer,” he said. “Don’t believe I
recognize you. You’re buggy’s waiting for you, ain’t it?”
And Ben Price turned and strolled down the street.
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BROTHER LEO
By PHYLLIS BOTTOME
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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